Sound-Off: Slap a Headstone on It, Chivalry is Dead

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Picture it: me (in heels) and an attractive guy about my age stand on the platform of the subway station. The unfolding plot: In a train car full of chaos, a lone seat opens up to offer comfort, stability and sweet foot relief to one lucky passenger. Across that crowded vessel he -- the beautiful chocolatey man with locs -- and I, the less-than-graceful sista girl, simultaneously spotted the opportunity to sit. I was a little closer, but four-inch stilettos ain't the kind of shoes that allow most of us to pivot, turn and break into an effortless sprint...